Not Wanted on the Voyage

In the depths of your ark
You can hear the quiet cries
The sun was stolen without reason
And the light drains from their eyes
The lambs of god have forgotten how to sing
They sit beneath the ancient bells and wait for it to ring

Oh hollow days, they run like sand through webbed fingers
And yet through all the terror the sweet orchard air still lingers
A baby will be born, just as quickly cast away
The storms will carry her somewhere new, and here we will stay



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Writer(s): Joey Cole
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